Next morning the marshal hired a wagon and he and I and Miss Lil—and Daniel in the box—rode out to our cabin. Miss Lil said a few things about nothing during the ride, mostly to keep my mind off Daniel. I knew she was fretting over what she’d lost, of course, but still she came along out of concern for me. She even managed to find me some clean clothes to wear, and they almost fit. I also knew she didn’t like the marshal much, but she was pleasant enough to him and thanked him for helping me out. That’s just the way she was.
We put Daniel in the ground next to Ma. I had the marshal help dig up our Father’s grave first. By then, he was a few bones in a rotted box as useless as he was. We moved him into the woods so Ma and Daniel wouldn’t have to be next to him. The marshal didn’t raise a f
